Vote Count
Azuth: 5 - (Criptfeind, shome, Diablous, Spitfire684, praguepride)
spitfire684: 1 - (Siquo)
Criptfeind: 1 - (Jokerman-EXE)
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You turn on your friend. It is him, you decide. It has to be.
Praguepride turns, turning the safety off of his Plasma Rifle.
"Wait, guys, its me! Fredrick Farren! Your friend! The greatest actor ever! Snap out of it guys! Wait, what are you doing with that Plasma Rifle? Wait, you have it all wrong, oh GOD MY HAIR-"
He fires, and Azulth fries before your eyes.
Nothing remains of him.
You hear a voice, one of a insanity, booming above you.
"Hehehehehahaha! You killed your friend. Your friend!
Fredrick Farren(Marine Private)
You are Fredrick Farren, greatest actor in the world! Or, at least thats what you said last time you looked in your mirror. However, you really aren't that great, and barely beat out a child for your role for the film Invaders of the GSD Kronos. The child's father was probably the director's child anyway. You know you are the best actor. Probably the best in all of time. Anyway, you join up with the other, inferior actors as you go to the life-sized model of the ship. You joke around a bit with them, before an eerie silence is forged, only broken by a loud, frantic message.
You hear a voice over your personal vox system. "Marines, MARINES! Its a trap! Get out before they find you!"
However, the door shuts behind you before you get to it, and you hear a piercing scream from somewhere within the ship. You pull out your Marine's flamethrower, and hope that they don't mess up your hair.
You are a Marine Private(Townie). You must win by lynching the scum.
You all return to your rooms, ready to tire from this sadness.
It is now Night. Send in your night actions. Night ends Friday 9:00 PM.